I’m transgender. My gender doesn’t match my sex organs. Sex organs are actually neutral, though. They don’t contain meaning. They don’t have that kind of power. And yet, whenever a newborn enters into the world its either “blue” or “pink” it’s “they are going to grow up to be a football player” or “they are going to wear dresses and work and raise children”. Interesting how we label, control, and make sense of something that is completely unnamable and untamable from the very start. We take this pure, whole being and place it almost immediately into a category. Why do we need to make sense of it in that context, though? If it were a free being — no labels or immediate identities, it would be able to expand itself. We don’t provide that gift to newborns because we don’t provide that gift to ourselves. We don’t allow ourselves the freedom to be open, free, expansive and ever evolving. It scares us. It’s too freeing. It’s unfamiliar, it’s unknown. It’s freedom.
And, I think we’re all looking for more freedom.
